Just a random multi chapter holiday fic…I needed a break from all the intense stories I was doing…so consider this a Lurlinemas present to the Wicked fandom…
This first chapter is mostly just a setup…major fluffle will ensue later
Ever since the Wicked Witch's death a year ago Glinda had spent most of her time working to undo everything the Wizard had accomplished. It had taken the good witch months to find enough loopholes to successfully repeal the Animal Banns, but she'd done it. Now, however, the blonde was facing an even larger problem. It had been suggested by her new press secretary, an absurdly perky munchkin by the name of Ketzma, that she should make a big show out of inviting the three famous Witch Hunters to dine with her on Harvest Day. Of course Glinda had the power to overrule such a suggestion, but how would that look? The good witch didn't care what people thought as much anymore, but there really was no reason to decline this dinner. After all it wouldn't hurt anyone. Anyone but her, that is.
"You're a big girl," Glinda told herself sternly as she paced the length of her quarters, high heels beating out a melody of clicks. Back and forth. Back and forth. Clack, clack, clack, clack. "Surely you can spend an hour or two being cordial to these people. After all you've already forgiven…"
Glinda's rant was halted by a clanging, metallic, knock at her door. "Come in," she called. There was only one person it could be. As expected the Tin Man tottered inside. He'd been living in the Emerald Palace ever since the Witch Hunt and, about a month after the green woman's untimely demise, had revealed his true identity to Glinda. In return the good witch had told him about, or, rather, shouted at him about, Elphaba's innocence. Now the two old acquaintances were caught in an uneasy truce.
Today, at least, Glinda was glad that she and Boq had taken steps towards rebuilding their friendship. It would make the dinner tomorrow a little more bearable. "Hello Miss Glinda," the Tin Man greeted. He took in her tight, stressed posture and frowned. "Is everything alright?"
"Mostly." Boq's eyes lit with understanding.
"You're worried about the dinner." Glinda nodded and flopped onto a silken, pink couch.
"How am I supposed to just sit there and smile convincingly at the people who murdered my best friend?" the blonde wailed. Boq flinched at the word 'murder'. He still felt horribly guilty for getting angry enough to lead the Witch Hunters. Of course, for all his bravado, the Tin Man had never intended to actually kill Elphaba. Unfortunately his comrades, and the mob of bloodthirsty munchkinlanders at their backs, had other ideas.
"Glinda, the Lion and Scarecrow aren't really as bad as you think they are," Boq reassured the blonde. "It was Dorothy who threw the bucket of water, after all. While Elphaba was melting Brrr, that's the Lion, ran away and the Scarecrow…he had this sickened look on his face. Almost like he knew it was for the better but couldn't stomach it anyway."
"But it wasn't for the better," Glinda hissed. Tears were beginning to waver in her eyes, as they did whenever she got worked up over the events of last year. "Oz, I would kiss the feet of this country's most wretched murderers if I could just have Elphie back."
"Fae, what do you want for Lurlinemas?"
Elphaba leaned out of Fiyero's scratchy, cloth embrace to arch an eyebrow at him. "Lurlinemas? It's not even Harvest Day yet."
"I know," the Scarecrow shrugged, shifting on the couch. "But I'll be in the Emerald City for this dinner Glinda's arranging. It's as good a time as any to do a little shopping." Elphaba's eyes darkened and Fiyero immediately regretted bringing up such a touchy subject.
"There's only one thing I really want for Lurlinemas," the green woman sighed. "You know that."
"You can't go back Fae," Fiyero insisted. "It's much, much too dangerous."
"But it's not too dangerous for you?" There was a challenge gleaming in Elphaba's eyes as they met his. The Scarecrow gently pressed his cloth lips to hers.
"Fae we've been over this. I'm a celebrated hero; you're a fugitive," he exclaimed. "I can't bear to think about what would happen if anyone spotted you."
A deep, regretful sigh blew out of Elphaba's chest and she leaned into Fiyero's side. "I know Yero," she murmured. "I just miss her so much."
"I know," the Scarecrow replied gently. "And if there was any way I could bring Glinda to you I would."
So what do you think? Continue or scratch it…
This is just for fun and huggles after all